Hello folks, lovely to catch up with you again, Storm Goretti has been buffeting us in the UK, but somehow North Warwickshire has got away with it and we haven't been affected much, apart from a few light snow flurries. I am preparing to return to work next week, and made my first necklace for 2026 - and this ones a doozy, even if I say so myself. You can tell me what you think at the end of this blog post, once you've seen the pictures. 

Every now and then, a necklace turns up that feels less designed and more… unearthed. As if it’s been discovered rather than made. Modern Mythology is exactly that sort of piece — ancient in spirit, modern in execution, and entirely uninterested in playing it safe.

At the heart of it is the Phaistos Disc — an ancient Greek symbol that has baffled archaeologists for over a century. No one quite agrees on what it means, which frankly makes it perfect jewellery material. Mystery looks good around the neck. Cast here in a warm antique-gold bronze, it anchors the piece and gives it that quiet, talismanic presence — the sort of thing people notice before they realise they’re staring.

​The blister pearls are gloriously imperfect, and yes, some have missing nacre. That’s not damage, that’s honesty. Blister pearls form attached to the shell rather than floating freely, which means they grow with bumps, curves, and character — a bit like the rest of us if we’re lucky. Their irregularity is precisely what makes them beautiful; polished uniformity was never the point.

​Suspended beneath them are danglers of river sediment jasper — earthy, weighty, and grounding — adding movement and just enough drama to stop things getting too polite. The whole piece is strung on gold rope and finished with a magnetic clasp, because life is too short to wrestle with fiddly fastenings. Practical can still be beautiful. Revolutionary, I know.

This is where the fun starts. Modern Mythology looks outrageously good over a simple black dress, but don’t save it for evenings only. Try it with a crisp white shirt, a linen tunic, or even a chunky knit — the contrast is what makes it sing. It’s the necklace you wear when the outfit is understated but the personality is not.
It also plays surprisingly well with gold hoops or stacked bangles, but honestly, it doesn’t need much company. This is a lead singer, not a backing vocalist.

Modern Mythology isn’t about trends, seasons, or subtlety. It’s about stories, symbols, and wearing something that feels like it has a past — even though it’s very much of the now. One of a kind, unrepeatable, and quietly powerful.
Because sometimes jewellery shouldn’t just decorate you — it should say something.

That;s me for this week, folks. Wish me luck as I go back to work after a break of eight weeks. Have a fabulous weekend and I catch you soon.
Until then
​xx

Hello folks, how are you on New Year's Eve of 2026? Snow has been predicted in the UK, so we may be having a white New Year's Day, rather than the traditional white Christmas. As usual, we plan a small celebration at home, snuggled up in front of Jules Holland on the TV with a bottle of champagne and the cat. No New Year's shindig for us, I'm afraid. 

​This necklace was never going to be called something polite. Champagne With Attitude has a bit of fizz, a bit of bite, and absolutely no interest in behaving itself — which feels about right for a piece built entirely around blister pearls that refuse to play the perfection game.

Let’s talk pearls, because these are not your prim, symmetrical, finishing-school pearls. Every single one in this necklace is a blister pearl. They form when an irritant lodges itself against the shell of the oyster rather than floating freely, so the nacre builds up unevenly, creating flatter backs, organic contours, and surfaces that tell the truth about how they were made. When they’re harvested, some nacre can be lost or interrupted — that’s not damage, that’s process. Think character lines rather than flaws.

I love blister pearls precisely because they look a bit unfinished, a bit raw around the edges. They’re quietly rebellious. They shimmer, but they don’t simper. Paired with the warm, champagne-toned palette of this piece, they feel luxurious without being precious — the jewellery equivalent of knowing when to raise an eyebrow rather than curtsy.

​The structure of the necklace leans into contrast: softness against strength, glow against grit. The pearls catch the light in that subtle, silky way only nacre can manage, while the surrounding elements give them backbone and confidence. Nothing here is accidental; it’s all carefully chosen to let those imperfect surfaces do the talking.

​And yes, the clasp is absolutely worth mentioning. I don’t do shy little clasps that apologise for existing. This one is decorative, secure, and deliberately beautiful — designed to be worn to the side or even at the front if you’re feeling bold (and I hope you are). It’s not an afterthought; it’s the final punctuation mark. A reminder that this necklace doesn’t hide how it works, because it has nothing to be embarrassed about.

​Champagne With Attitude is for someone who appreciates that beauty isn’t about uniformity, and elegance doesn’t have to behave. It’s celebratory without being saccharine, glamorous without being stiff — best worn with confidence, a dry sense of humour, and possibly an actual glass of champagne. Preferably chilled.

That's me for this week, folks. Have a wonderful week, and Happy New Year to you all from Caprilicious Jewellery. See you in 20261
Until then
​xx

Hello, folks, how are you today? It will soon be Christmas - four days to go, now. My house is the only one in the street that isn't dripping with stalactites and migraine inducing lights - all we have is a Christmas wreath on the door. I am just too tired to bother with it this year. I did perk up for long enough to buy these beautiful blue quartz beads when they came up on my stockists website and when they arrived, they demanded to be used immediately.

Are those blue quartz nuggets not just the most beautiful beads? I'm always drawn to rough-cut nuggets, but the blue ones, in particular, are so lovely. I tend to always have a string of them in my stash and buy them as soon as their price drops on the website, as they are relatively expensive.

​Ice Ice Baby started life as an exercise in contrast, because frankly I get bored when everything behaves itself. I wanted something that felt cool and crisp, but not precious; bold, but still wearable without needing a personality transplant. Enter the chunky, rough-cut blue quartz nuggets. They’re unapologetic. Uneven, slightly wild, and very much doing their own thing. They look like they’ve been chipped straight out of a glacier, which is exactly the point.

Then come the pearls. Smooth, silky, quietly elegant — the calm to the quartz’s chaos. I love how they slide in between the nuggets, softening the edges and stopping the whole thing from feeling too aggressive. The seed pearls do a similar job, acting like tiny pauses in the conversation, giving your eye a moment to breathe before the next blue bead barges in. Add the matte, sandblasted blue quartz beads, and suddenly there’s another layer: velvety, muted, almost sea-glass-like. Cool on cool, but with very different textures playing off each other. The added plus is that the necklace is lighter because of the smaller beads.

​This necklace is all about those tensions — rough against smooth, matte against shine, chunky against refined. It shouldn’t work, but it really does. That’s usually a good sign.

Styling-wise, "Ice, Ice, Baby" is surprisingly versatile. It looks fantastic against a simple knit, especially in grey, navy or cream, where the blues really sing. It’s equally happy over a crisp white shirt, adding just enough drama to make it clear you didn’t just throw something on and hope for the best. And yes, it absolutely works with denim — consider it your not-so-basic upgrade.

In short, this is a necklace for anyone who likes their elegance with a bit of edge. Cool, confident, and quietly doing its own thing. Just like the best Caprilicious people, really.
That's me for this week, folks. Have a wonderful week and I'll catch you soon.
Until then,
​xx

Hello folks, it's great to catch up with you again. I haven't left the house for two weeks now and am beginning to go stir crazy, although I don't really want to go out in this weather. It just seems too much trouble to wrap up warm and venture out of the house to go nowhere. So I did the next best thing - I played with beads!  

There’s something wonderfully liberating about a necklace that refuses to behave itself quietly, and Coral Carnival is exactly that sort of creature. It’s loud—in the best possible way—joyful, cheeky, and just a tiny bit irreverent, like the best parties always are.

I started with those fabulously wiggly faux-coral fronds, all pink and playful, like a troupe of synchronised swimmers who’ve had one espresso too many. They immediately set the tone: this was going to be a necklace with personality. Add in chunky silvery beads, a scattering of real coral tucked between them like little secrets, and suddenly the whole thing felt like a celebration waiting to happen.

​Of course, a carnival needs its supporting cast, so in came the waxed red wooden beads wrapped with polymer-clay swirls, a stately wooden spool bead dressed up in silver, and those quirky hand-made polymer pieces that look like they've wandered in from an art fair. The entire ensemble sits beautifully at about 26 inches—perfect for tossing over a sweater, a simple shift dress, even your most boring T-shirt, which won’t stay boring for long.

Styling Coral Carnival is delightfully easy. You don’t have to match a thing—this necklace does all the heavy lifting. Let it clash, let it contrast, let it steal the show. Honestly, that’s what it came for. If jewellery could shimmy, this one would.

So here it is: colourful, flamboyant, a little wild, and very much a mood. I loved bringing Coral Carnival to life, and I hope it brings a burst of joy (and maybe a few compliments) into your day too.
​This reminds me of the other coral frond necklace in my books - it couldn't be more different from this one, possibly even showier, if that's possible!

That's me for this week, folks. Have a wonderful weekend and I'll catch you soon.
Until then
​xx

Hello, folks. Nice to catch up with you again after being away for a while. I hope you have been doing well and that your Christmas shopping is going smoothly. 
Last week, while everyone else was swanning about enjoying November, I was horizontal, stitched up like a Christmas turkey and recovering from a hysterectomy. The surgeon said I’d need eight weeks off work. I nodded politely, thinking I’d get bored. Oh, the naïveté. I am very bored. I’ve stared at the ceiling like a Victorian invalid, and Googled things I absolutely shouldn’t have Googled. Seven more weeks of this? Send help!!

But the silver lining of convalescence (apart from uninterrupted tea breaks and Wilfred the cat and hubby vying for the title of Florence Nightingale) is enforced stillness. And that’s where Colour Cascade was born. I sat down with beads that weren’t meant to match, stones that looked like they might argue with each other, and enough beading wire to rig a small boat. What came out was a joyful jumble – a necklace that behaves like someone popping champagne and dancing on the table. I like to think it reflects the chaos of my current life, but without the surgical dressings.

So here it is. Colour Cascade. My post-op project, my boredom buster, and a little reminder that even when life slows you down, creativity insists on coming out to play. I’m still sore, still housebound and still trying not to go mad, but at least I have a necklace that cheers me up every time I look at it.

I even found the perfect earrings to go with it in my collection. Eep! I never do the matchy matchy routine, as my contention has been that statement jewellery pieces are usually standalone - I wonder if they rewired me when I was under anaesthetic??

Hello folks, nice to chat to you again. I've been very busy and have had no time to drop by to catch up with you, but some special clasps came through the post and inspired me to create - and now that I have a creation, I can't wait to share it with you. 
The clocks went back this morning, and it is bitterly cold outside - time to play with beads, I reckoned. Going out to the conservatory to get pictures meant getting bundled up in winter gear, but I love this piece so much, I couldn't wait to have it photographed and out on the website.

As I said, the two pairs of clasps arrived in the post, one gold tone and the other silver,  and I rummaged in my stash and a set of quartz beads jumped out at me. 'Pick me, pick me,' they cried, and I didn't have the heart to refuse. I've also had the beautifully enamelled 22K gold-plated beads for a while - I fell in love with them and purchased them a couple of years ago without knowing what I wanted to do with them, and they seemed perfect with the clasp. Besides, these shiny beads embody the festive spirit and are perfect for all the parties that are to come in the next couple of months. 

There’s something magical about this time of year — the days may be shorter, but the nights are full of sparkle. Fairy lights go up, champagne bottles pop, and suddenly we all rediscover our love for things that glitter. That’s exactly what inspired Moonlight Spark, a necklace that captures that fleeting moment when the world looks brighter, even if it’s freezing outside. 

​Some necklaces don’t just accessorise an outfit — they command it. Midnight Spark is one of those pieces. Elegant, luminous, and just a touch dramatic, it’s the sort of necklace that turns heads in that quiet, confident way — no shouting, no fuss, just a shimmer that catches the light (and everyone’s attention).

This piece began as a love letter to the season — not the grey, soggy British version that has us reaching for thermals and soup, but the one we imagine when we close our eyes: crisp air, twinkling frost, golden light bouncing off crystal glasses, laughter echoing from across a party room. That’s where faceted quartz beads come in — their icy sparkle mimics frost catching the morning light. And those lustrous pearls? They’re the moonlit snowdrifts, serene and timeless, gliding through the shimmer.

But of course, I couldn’t resist adding warmth. The enamelled gold-plated beads bring that touch of festive luxury, like a splash of mulled wine against the cool winter sky.  The enamelled, gold-plated beads are a perfect addition of warmth and richness — tiny bursts of colour that play beautifully against the cool quartz, bringing just the right balance of sophistication and intrigue.

And then, of course, there’s the clasp — a dazzling micropavé diamante-inset masterpiece. It’s far too beautiful to hide at the back, so wear it to one side and let it be part of the show. Jewellery should never be an afterthought; it should lead the conversation.

Styling Moonlight Spark is wonderfully easy. For a night out, think simple black velvet, or even a deep jewel-toned dress — emerald, sapphire, or garnet. The neutral sparkle of the quartz works like a mirror, picking up whatever colours surround it, while the gold tones keep everything warm and festive. It’s the kind of necklace that can take you from a family lunch to a dance floor without missing a beat.
For a daytime soiree, pair it with a simple dress, a white silk shirt, or even a sharply tailored blazer — anything that lets the necklace do the talking.
​It’s equally at home at a gallery opening, a dinner date, or that evening when you want to look effortlessly put together without trying too hard.

Christmas parties, New Year’s Eve, winter weddings — this one’s for the woman who believes sparkle isn’t seasonal. The one who doesn’t fade into the background but stands beneath the fairy lights, glass in hand, radiating confidence. ​This is a necklace for the woman who understands that elegance doesn’t mean being quiet — it’s about having presence. The kind of woman who laughs easily, walks with purpose, and always seems to have a little secret sparkle about her.

Because why should winter be all about cold? With Moonlight Spark, you bring your own warmth — and a little bit of magic too- and because every woman deserves to glow, even when the lights are low.

That's me for this week, folks. Have a wonderful weekend, and I'll catch you soon.
Until then
​xx

Hello folks, I'm so happy to be back after a short period where I have been missing in action for a few weeks. Let me show you exactly why it has taken me so long to come back and talk to you - my newest piece, SECRET GARDEN!!

​There’s something deeply satisfying about taking an idea, rolling it around in your head for days (or nights, when you really should be asleep), and finally watching it unfurl into an actual piece of jewellery. Secret Garden was one of those projects. It began as a vague notion of greenery, flowers, and a bit of whimsy — and ended up as a full-blown botanical explosion.
​Of course, it didn’t spring into being like Athena out of Zeus’s head. Oh no. It took beads. Thousands of tiny beads. And days of work, needle and thread in hand, muttering to myself about seed beads being either my best friends or my mortal enemies, depending on the moment. 
​Some pieces arrive fully formed in my head and simply demand to be made. Others take their time, creeping in gently, whispering suggestions until I finally give in. Secret Garden belonged to the latter camp. It started as a passing thought — “wouldn’t it be fun to stitch up a riot of foliage with tiny blossoms peeking through?” — and before I knew it, I was knee-deep in seed beads, muttering darkly about how many thousands of them were required to create a garden that would never wilt.

​Let me take you behind the scenes. Day 1 was all about laying the foundations: choosing colours, sketching out a rough shape, and stringing those first rows of greenery. I felt rather pleased with myself — until I realised how many more beads it would take. I edged the piece with silver purl wire - don't know why I bothered - it took ages and by the time I ended the piece it wasn't visible at all.

Day 2–3 saw me deep in the green zones, building up lush textures with darker forest tones and brighter, almost moss-like shades. The piece began to take on depth, as if you could actually peer through the foliage. I like a contrasting colour for the felt as it ensures that I don't cut corners with the beading - no orange is visible after I've been at it!

​Day 4 was when the magic really began — tiny resin roses stitched into the greenery, pink blossoms springing up almost unexpectedly. A few freshwater pearls nestled themselves in like moonlight caught on leaves.

​By Day 5, the yellow clusters had joined the party. These were meant to be just accents, but of course they insisted on being loud, cheerful, and impossible to ignore. They brought sunshine to the garden whether I liked it or not.

It took another 5-6 days of sewing for 3-4 hours at a time to finish the other half of the necklace with beads. 

​And there it was — Secret Garden. A miniature landscape of beads, pearls, and roses that looks like you’ve stumbled into a fairy tale glade. This necklace isn’t shy; it doesn’t whisper. It sings, it blooms, it practically does a little dance when you put it on. This isn’t the piece to pair with florals — unless you want to look like you’ve been mugged by a flowerbed. Instead, let Secret Garden do the talking by setting it against simple, solid colours. Think crisp white linen, a little black dress, or even a sleek jumpsuit. Jewel tones like emerald or amethyst make the pink and yellow pop, while neutrals like beige and grey act as a calm canvas for its riot of colour.
For daytime wear, it can brighten up a plain blouse or add drama to your Zoom wardrobe (because even your colleagues deserve a bit of garden envy). By night, let it sit against something elegant and understated, and watch heads turn.

​This is not jewellery for shrinking violets — this is for women who know that sometimes the best way to be noticed is to let your accessories bloom louder than your words.

​So, while real gardens may wilt in winter and sulk in summer heatwaves, this one will stay forever in full bloom. And really, isn’t that the kind of magic we all need?

​So if you’ve ever wondered what “painting with beads” really looks like — it’s long days, sore fingers, and a head full of ideas. But when you finally step back and see the garden in full bloom, it’s all worth it.

That's me for this week, folks, Have a wonderful weekend, and I'll catch up with you soon. 
Until then
xx

Hello folks, lovely to meet up with you again. I hope the sunshine and showers are keeping you on your toes, in one minute and under a parasol the next! However, as the saying goes, into each life some rain must fall. On some days it is clear that Christmas is on its way - oops, I mentioned the 'C' word!! According to the countdown, it is 111 days to Christmas today, and it's time for those party frocks to be dusted off, and soon, if not already, the shops will be dressed in all their finery. I thought to myself, "Why not get my tree up now?" So here it is - my Murano blown-glass tree with its removable baubles, transported carefully from a long-ago trip to Venice.

Talking about baubles reminded me of earrings. ​Who was the first person to look at their soft, unsuspecting earlobe and think, “Yes, let’s jab a hole in that and hang something sparkly through it”? History doesn’t tell us the exact name of the culprit, but we do know that earrings go back a very, very long way. The oldest known examples were unearthed in Iraq, dating back to around 2500 BC. The ancient Persians wore them, the Egyptians adored them, and the Greeks couldn’t get enough. They were symbols of wealth, power, beauty — and sometimes even spirituality. In fact, sailors used to wear a single gold hoop in the hope it would pay for a decent burial if their bodies washed ashore somewhere far from home.

Over the centuries, earrings have gone through countless incarnations. From heavy gold hoops that could double up as weapons, to delicate drops glistening with diamonds, to playful costume pieces in every shape under the sun. What hasn’t changed is the sheer joy of them. Earrings frame the face, move as we move, and catch the light in ways no other jewellery can quite manage. They’re like punctuation marks for the face — you can whisper with studs, or shout with chandeliers.

​And now here we are, on the brink of the party season, and what better excuse to bring out the baubles? This is the time of year when sparkle is not just acceptable but practically compulsory. Sequins, velvet, glitter, fizz — and earrings, of course. Why do we dress up so much in December? Possibly because the nights are long, the weather is grim, and we humans have always found ways to chase away the winter gloom. If you’re going to raise a glass, you might as well do it in style

So here they are — light, pretty, showy little confections, ready to dangle from your ears and declare you party-ready. Pop them on with your simplest outfit and suddenly you’ve transformed into someone who looks like they’ve been planning this soirée for weeks. Earrings are alchemy like that.

And finally: prosecco in one hand, earrings in the other. That’s the only styling tip you’ll ever truly need.

​I’ve got plenty of baubles waiting for you, each one designed to twinkle as you dance, chat, and sip your way through the season. No heavy lobes, no fuss — just the pleasure of wearing something that feels a little frivolous and a lot of fun.

There are some that have been entirely handmade, some assembled from components from around the world, some with ear wires and others made into studs that sit comfortable in your ears. I'm happy to change over from one to the other - just ask, you're the boss. 

​Baubles, baubles — step right up and get yours. The party starts here.

That's me for this week, folks. I have a couple of projects lined up, and will soon be back to tell you about them. I hope you've enjoyed the baubles I have on show for you today. Have a wonderful weekend and I'll catch you soon, 
Until then
​xx

Hello folks, lovely to catch up with you again. Hubby has been off his feet for the last couple of weeks and I've been playing nursemaid, cook and chief bottle washer as well as doing my day job. He's finally decided that he feels well enough to get out of bed and totter about, and he's obviously much better today - I can hear him singing away in the kitchen as he loads the dishwasher! 

There’s something intoxicating about the blue lotus. Imagine a flower that opens up at night, basking in moonlight instead of sunlight, as if to say: “I’ll bloom on my own schedule, thank you very much.” In ancient Egypt, it symbolised rebirth and the sun — which seems a bit ironic, given its penchant for nocturnal glamour. The yogis and Buddhists of the world took a different view: for them, the blue lotus represented enlightenment, wisdom, and the expansion of the mind. I suppose that’s the magic of flowers and symbols — they carry whatever meaning you’re ready to give them. Personally, I think the blue lotus is nature’s way of reminding us that beauty often flourishes in the dark.

​The pendant in Midnight Bloom is a silver mandala, and mandalas themselves are a story worth telling. You’ve probably seen them in temples, art, colouring books, and tattoo designs, all those intricate circles within circles. The word “mandala” comes from Sanskrit and means “circle”, — though a mandala is never just a circle. It’s the universe in miniature, a map of balance, wholeness, and the journey inward. Monks create them in painstaking detail with coloured sand, only to sweep them away when they’re finished, as a reminder of impermanence. Now, I haven’t swept away my mandala — mine is set in silver and adorned with blue stones, because impermanence is all very well in theory, but jewellery should last longer than a sandcastle.

​Of course, a pendant this striking needs pearls with personality to match. Enter the peacock pearl. These aren’t your grandmother’s polite, cream-coloured rows (though those certainly had their time and place). Peacock pearls are cultured freshwater pearls that have been treated to reveal iridescent shades of green, violet, blue and bronze — a rainbow that shifts as the light catches them. How does that happen? A natural pearl is made inside a mollusc, layer upon layer of nacre (that mother-of-pearl sheen). When you introduce just the right conditions — and sometimes a little bit of alchemy from skilled pearl farmers — you get pearls that gleam like spilled oil on water, only infinitely more chic. They’re the rebellious younger cousins of classic pearls: moody, dramatic, and utterly captivating.

And what could be more appropriate than pearls that shimmer like moonlight scattered across the surface of dark water? That’s the essence of Midnight Bloom — twilight mystery captured in jewellery. The tiny haematite beads glimmer like distant stars, the silver mandala reflects the cyclical calm of the moon, and the pearls themselves seem to carry a secret glow, as though they’ve stolen a fragment of the night sky.

​I’ve strung them together with tiny faceted haematite beads, just enough sparkle to echo the glimmer of the pendant, and finished the necklace with a laurel-leaf clasp — a little nod to victory and achievement. And then there are the two silver drum beads, with their pointed ends that cradle the mandala pendant perfectly, keeping it centred and steady, just like the meditative practice it symbolises.

So what does Midnight Bloom really give you? A whisper of mysticism, a touch of rebellion, and a lot of iridescent glamour. It’s a necklace that says you’re more than just surface sparkle — you carry depth, symbolism, and maybe even a little enlightenment around your neck. And if anyone asks, you can smile mysteriously and say it’s your mandala, your lotus, your bloom at midnight.

That's me for this week, folks. Have a wonderful weekend and I'll catch you soon,
Until then
​xx

Hello folks, how's tricks? The day job has been busy, what with the junior residents strike and I am glad the week is over and I can play with beads and talk to you - this part of my life is so much more fun, no contest! I also have a bunch of friends from my school days in Bangalore coming to spend the weekend with us, so bed making, cooking and cleaning have also been taking up some of my attention, but these are old friends and they won't mind the odd cobweb. 

There’s something undeniably joyful about pink lemonade. The drink, I mean — that sparkly, rosy, refreshing concoction that turns up at summer barbecues and girls’ brunches, all fizzy and fabulous like it’s had a good talking-to from a bottle of Prosecco. It’s sweet but tart, pretty but not sickly, and refreshingly hard to resist.

Now imagine taking all of that bottled sunshine and turning it into a necklace.
Voilà — Pink Lemonade, Caprilicious-style.

​This five-strand dazzler is a swirl of pale pink crystals, creamy pearls and marbled acrylic beads, and it absolutely refuses to be boring. I named it Pink Lemonade because it sparkles just the way the drink does when sunlight hits the glass — light, airy, and just that tiny bit cheeky. It also felt right for a piece that’s so fresh and versatile — and which, crucially, doesn’t take itself too seriously.

Let’s get one thing out of the way — please, for the love of all things stylish, don’t wear this necklace with pink. I know, I know — it’s tempting. But pink-on-pink is often the fast track to looking like you've escaped from Barbie’s jewellery box.
​What Pink Lemonade really needs is contrast. Think a cobalt blue kaftan, a jade green dress, a sharp black jumpsuit, or even a deep mustard yellow — let the pink pop rather than blend. The colour pink gets a lot more respect when it’s the star of the show and not just floating around in a sea of similar shades, trying to be polite.

You take lemonade. You add a splash of cranberry juice. Or raspberry syrup. Or squished strawberries. Basically, anything red and juicy. You give it a stir, garnish it with a slice of lemon and a silly umbrella if you’re feeling fancy — and serve with ice and a wink.

​But making this Pink Lemonade? That takes a bit more doing. Every bead is hand-strung, carefully spaced, and then restrung when it misbehaves (which it often does — crystal beads are divas, trust me). The effect, though, is absolutely worth it. Wear it long and flirty for a laid-back look, or double it up and it turns into a collarbone-hugging showstopper.

Life’s too short to be matchy-matchy. She wears red lipstick with a denim shirt. She wears pink necklaces with green dresses. And she knows that when you’re feeling a bit meh, a necklace called Pink Lemonade is exactly what you need to perk you up.
So go on — pour yourself a glass, pop on your pearls, and take this pretty little number out for a spin. Just don’t blame me if people start asking where you got your sparkle from.

That's me for this week, folks. Have a great weekend and I'll catch you soon, 
Until then
​xx